I woke up cranky.
I admit it. I own it. It just is.
Anyone reading this and casting judgement, remember when you point at someone, three fingers point back at you. In other words, I guarantee you have had a cranky day or two. It is okay to not appear perfect, especially on a public blog.
Even as I was feeling cranky, I knew the triggers -- I didn't eat enough last night (therefore I was hungry), I didn't sleep well (therefore I was tired), and my foot still hurts (therefore I was in pain).
It was that kind of day. The kind of day I just wanted a close friend to vent to. I just wanted someone to tell me life will feel better after I have a cup of tea and eat breakfast Or maybe it would feel better because a friend cared.
I couldn't think of anyone to really vent to. Anyone I felt safe unloading to.
As I sit down to write this I realize it is the sixth anniversary of Carin's passing. Silly me, I thought I'd have a new BFF by now. Should have realized good friends like that are impossible to replace.
Rather than wallowing in my crankiness, I got dressed, ate breakfast, ate lunch, ate second lunch, left the house.
Crankiness has been replaced by sadness.
If you are reading this, and you care, drop me a message.
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